Papers filled with the rendezvous of the past,
Admiring all the journals stacked up,
Remembering what was now just stories,
I had reopened my trunk of memories.
Just as our favourite books make us smile
Always in their happiest endings,
The words, now blurred, had a similar feeling.
Dust-filled secrets of a daydreamer
Unveiling as preciously as the first spell of rain in summer
The pages came with a scent of nostalgia.
The dreams we lived in the past tense, hence,
Amazingly, make the most perfect stories.
- Suranya